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“We don’t need new ornaments.” Kyle replied. Even though that wasn’t my question. My question was – “What do you think of these ornaments?” No one needs a box of plastic Christmas ornaments from Hobby Lobby – especially not us, because – as Kyle has so logically pointed out – we have an entire box of Christmas ornaments at home.
But those are bright red, and glittery. And honestly, the red doesn’t go with anything in our living room. Not to be a stick in the mud when it comes to home decor – but every piece of furniture that we own is either black, white, cream or grey. We have zero red accents. We have some gold accents – but no red.
It’s not that I’m anti-color, I just think that the neutral tones make our smaller space look classy and sophisticated.
Okay, fine. So maybe I am a stick in the mud.
“Wouldn’t these look nice?” I suggested, pulling the box of bronze and cream colored ornaments off the shelf. I don’t know why I was expecting him to say – “Those look great! Wow – and they’re ON SALE? Let’s buy them!”
We got married! And it didn’t rain, and I didn’t fall, and nobody messed up their “I do”s, and we all got to eat cake at the end.
All jokes aside – everything turned out exactly how we imagined: the location, the weather, the ceremony, the flowers, it was magic to see everything come together. We couldn’t have asked for a better day.
There’ll be plenty more posts to come as we prepare for the holiday season! Stayed tuned for wedding recaps, holiday posts, and more life and style tips! Let me know what YOU want to see!
We have a new wedding coordinator, apparently. This one’s name is Margo and she likes to call me “Babe”.
“We’ve got to get your dinner figured out, babe.”
At first I thought she’d mumbled and I’d misheard her over the phone. I was sitting at the gate of a crowded Minneapolis airport and assumed she must have said “Kay.” Like, “We’ve got to get your dinner figured out, kay?”
But then she said it again and I realized she was one of those women. The girl-friend-y kind. The “sweetie”, “honey”, “babe” kind.
“What happened to Judy?” I asked her. Judy was the third wedding coordinator, the one who replaced Kristen, who replaced Amanda, and now, I guess we have Margo who must have replaced Judy.
Pretty soon I’ll have worked with more wedding coordinators than Meghan Markle.
The day that I bought my wedding dress was not the magical, special, fairytale day that all of the other blogger-brides seem to write about. I’m not sure where they went to buy their dresses, or why I’ve always imagined little birds fluttering around to lace up their corsets, or how it always seems that every bride develops this psychic-intuitive ability that enables her to “just know” when she’s found the right dress.
If you’ve ever read a blogger-bride’s post about the magical day when she found her wedding dress – they all seem to have one thing in common…. once she put that dress on – “it was all over. She just KNEW.”
She just knew. As if a little voice whispered in her ear: “This is the dress. Yay!”
I didn’t get a little voice. I got a loud voice in my bridal consultant who kept saying things like, “You look GORGEOUS, but do you want to try this one on again? Make sure you REALLY KNOW – you’ve got to REALLY FEEL IT. This is a BIG DECISION.”
I get it. I do. A lot of girls seem to have a spiritual connection to their wedding dress – they have an emotional reaction, they cry at bridal appointments, they somehow manage to “just know” when they’ve put on the right dress, the RIGHT dress –
And yet – here I was, standing there as a bride-to-be, in a wedding dress, not doing any of that. I wasn’t crying. There was no magical “this is the dress” moment. I wasn’t being emotional – not that I’m super emotional anyway, but I wasn’t able to channel any of that psychic energy everyone else seems to get when they’re trying on wedding dresses.
“Do you want to try on another dress?” The bridal consultant asked me. She assumed I wasn’t having some sort of emotional reaction because I didn’t like the dress.
The dress was fine. I mean, I guess that’s not the kind of reaction you want when it comes to your wedding gown- “it’s fine” – but… I don’t know, what did she want me to say? “It’s great! Fantastic! I feel like a princess! Actually – you know who I feel like? I feel like Taylor Swift in the music video for ‘Love Story’ and THAT’S why I like it!”
“I don’t want a penis hat.” I texted Klaudia. <— Something I never thought I’d have to say, but these are the kinds of things you need to specify when your friends are planning your bachelorette party.
I don’t know if our mothers and grandmothers went out the night before their weddings wearing penis necklaces and sipped out of penis shaped straws, but – if you’ve been to a bachelorette party recently – you know that penis things are all the rage.
“What about a sash?” She texted back. “Will you wear a Bride-To-Be sash?”
Sashes, veils, anything “cutesy bride” – I’m all about it. So I responded with, “Sure!”
I didn’t have much of a hand when it came to the planning part of my bachelorette party – my friends organized everything, and I was completely fine with that. The only input I offered was, “No penis necklaces” and “don’t make me do anything weird”.